. . . but I was surprised today to see that tired, lined face looking back at me from the storefront's plate-glass window. My face.
Moments like these present an opportunity for me to remember that my body is a teacher. A child's body teaches some things. An adolescent body teaches others. A young adult body teaches still others. And so it goes.
OK. Done being philosophical. Time to go eat some more of TRQ's bridge mix.
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My eldest took an extreme close-up photo of me scowling this weekend, and I was like, “There it is. That’s age 40.”
These blog snippets of yours are some beautiful tiny memoirs.
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